Odd stuff happens in the night. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I crossed a small bridge, since when does a stream flow through my home?
I installed the kitchen fifteen years ago – no washing machine – a kitchen is for the preparation of food and perhaps eating it, but not for doing the laundry.
I opened the washing machine, reached for a very cold bottle of spring water con gas and took a big gulp – just what I wanted.
Back to my bedroom, who was lying in my bed? Not my sister, I did not recognise her, but she was very warm and cuddly.